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(aka Bike) Part 1918 by Angharad Copyright © 2013 Angharad
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After dropping the girls in school and Phoebe at college, I went off to the QA to see Simon. He was looking much better and his face lit up when I entered the room. I bent over and kissed him.
“Glad you could make it,” he said.
“I’m glad you made it, too,” I said, and kissed him again.
“They’re moving me to the high dependency unit later on.”
“You won’t be there long.” It just slipped out of my mouth.
“They said a week.”
I shrugged.
“I had the weirdest dream last night.”
“Medication, I expect.”
“No, babes–well I suppose it could have been–but it was so clear, and I remember lots of it.”
“Medication or endorphins.”
“Dunno–you were in it.” Oops, looks like we had the same dream.
“I am in lots of your dreams–you say I’m the girl of your dreams.”
“Yeah, but not like this one.”
“Go on,” I pretended to be interested at the same time I was trying to avoid giving the game away that we’d probably shared a dream–if it was a dream.
“I turned up on this desert island.”
“With eight gramophone records?”
“Cathy, please.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You were already there and drinking a coconut which you shared with me. Then we were chatting and you saw death coming to get me. Then you covered me in blue light and told me to stay quiet. I peered through the curtain of light and you were talking to some huge dog–which looked like something out of a gothic horror story or the Hound of the Baskervilles.” He paused to sip his water.
“Then, when I wondered if you were going to zap him in some way, you just sat down in front of him and folded your wings around you. He had your head in his huge mouth when there was this flash of light and he just disappeared. I don’t remember much else except you carrying me across the ocean, and we were flying.”
“I think you’re confusing me with Superman.”
“No he has a cape and red wellies, you had wings.”
“Wings? Don’t be silly, Si, how could I have wings?”
“You did, you pulled them round you before the dog tried to eat you.”
“I know you think I’m a birdbrain, but wings? C’mon, Si, this is hallucination stuff.”
“You know what’s funny?”
“What?”
“The nurse saw something fly out of here in the middle of the night.”
“A moth or something.”
“It was a human sized moth, then.”
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not. For a moment she wondered if I’d died–she says she’s seen all sorts of weird things in the unit. She says if she didn’t know better she thought she saw an angel, just fleetingly.”
“Well, it was late at night, so perhaps she’d nodded off.”
“She’d been dealing with an emergency in the next cubicle.”
“Who knows what she saw, then–adrenalin does funny things to the eyes, apparently it increases peripheral vision but reduces central vision so nothing can creep up on you.”
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
“Like I said, it can do funny things to your eye...What?”
“It was you.”
“What was?”
“The angel.”
“Si, you’re getting as bad as the girls.”
“Babes, I’d be dead if you hadn’t pulled on your wings and saved me–wouldn’t I?”
“If I had anything to do with saving you, it was starting CPR when you stopped breathing.”
“Did you? Is that why I have a bruise on the back of my head?”
I blushed, “Um could be, I had to get you out of bed and on the floor rather quickly.”
“I forgive you.”
“You’re too kind.”
“How did you make the dog disappear?”
“What dog?”
“The one that wanted to kill me.”
“Eh?”
“In my dream.”
“How do I know? It was your dream.”
“You were there, I know it. I could feel you–I just know it was you, not just a dream.”
“Look, at best, you probably imagined me there because of my healing abilities, and it made you feel better, safer. You were pretty ill. I was also probably sending you healing, but I can assure you I don’t have wings–I’m sure I’d have noticed when I put my bra on.”
“Very funny–I know it was you.”
“In which case, I won’t try and dissuade you because it will achieve nothing.”
“Why did the dog have blue teeth?” he asked.
“They were green ...” Shit, he’d caught me out.
“I knew it.” He looked very smug.
“You told me they were green earlier.”
“No I didn’t–you were there–I knew it.”
“I’m not admitting to anything, but while I’m here I suppose I’d better see what I can do to speed things up.” I sat holding his hand and asked him to lie quietly and think of the blue light. There was a huge download of energy into him and I wondered if it would short something but it didn’t. I heard him groan, but kept on as I was in full download mode. Unbeknownst to me, one of the nurses sat and watched and took a photo on her mobile.
I found out about half an hour later when the cardiologist came to visit and she showed it to him. He brought it in to me and asked me to explain. I asked to see it, and while I was holding it the memory card somehow wiped itself.
She smirked and said she’d already sent it to her computer–I didn’t like to say, she’d need a new one. “What was that?” asked the consultant.
“What was what?” I played stupid.
“The blue light on the photo.”
“Probably static from the machines–remember it’s all electronic–background radiation.”
“Okay, let’s try it with mine.” He stepped back and as he drew out his camera I asked for help from the energy. His photo showed a white aura over the machines. “Oh, you could be right.”
“She is a scientist, doc,” offered Simon, realising the risk.
“Yeah, but there’s also odd things being reported in this hospital, kids being healed...” Suddenly Simon flopped in the bed and the alarms went off. The cardiologist flew into action and called the crash team. I was ushered ou, and for a moment thought he’d relapsed, but something in the back of my mind told me the energy was just protecting itself. A few minutes later his heart stabilised itself, the fibrillation had stopped and he was recovering. Half an hour later I was back in with him, they’d done an ECG and his heart was in perfect fettle.
“Was that you?” Simon gave me a nasty look.
“No, leastways not deliberately.”
“Get me out of here–I’ve got things to do.”
“Yeah, well making a full recovery is the first one of those–so lie quietly and behave yourself.”
“Bring my lappie in will you, and my dongle?”
“No way, Simon, they shouldn’t even have had mobile phones here with all this equipment.”
“But I’ll go crazy in here.”
“No one will notice any difference, darling. I’ll be back later with some of the kids. I’ve brought you a change of pyjamas and some toiletries. Oh, and some magazines.” I handed him the bag with the fishing and sporting magazines.
He looked through them, “No New Scientist or New Statesman?”
“There’s a Private Eye on the bottom.” I kissed him and he pouted.
“Get me out of here later–please.”
“You rest, I’ll see you later.”
As I walked out I knew his heart and coronary arteries were clear, so they’d be discharging him soon anyway–he was healthier now than he was a year ago. Alright for some, isn’t it? The cardiologist had a shock coming, he had a growth in his bowel–it was benign–so I didn’t tell him, I might in the next year before it turns nasty.
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Blue Light Versus Technology
It seems Shekinah's learned a thing or two about technology - at least, in selectively frying electronics :) Added onto which, Cathy's also using the energy creatively and indirectly to protect information about it (the white haze over the equipment).
Anyway, it's good to hear Si's recovering well and will likely have an unexpectedly quick discharge. As for Cathy's bedside denials, perhaps in future if one of the family ends up in hospital and has a shared dream, she could quietly whisper something to the effect of "Walls have ears" in between her denials...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Heart attack
I can't believe it I am the first commenter. I was worried when Simon went down and the blue light did not work at first. Your Kittens are working overtime again. I am very thankful.
love needs to be unconditional
Excellent as always
but better than your average. Please keep them coming.
Thanks,
Much Love,
Valerie R
Medical conceite
This chapter tells us more about medical conceite than anything else. Doctors are exquisitely suspicious of any circumastance that they either do not understand or do not control. So suspicious that they sometimes attach more importance to their understanding than to the well-being of the patient. The latter part of this chapter seems to demonstrate this failing in the medical profession perfectly.
Good chapter Ang.
Interesting developments and it seems the Blue Light has not deserted her though it seems to be toying with our heroine sometimes.
XX
Bevs.
It's Back
Catherin has just received a promotion and does Know even know it yet. The glory is with her,
With those with open eyes the world reads like a book
Well actually she has always had wings
It has been mentioned in previous chapters.
Crafty wench!
I think that Cathy would be better off owning up to it with Si. The rest can just wonder.
G
Shekinah has either restored
Cathy's Gift, or Cathy has overcome some mental blockage. But will Shekinah continue to shield her from public scrutiny?
May Your Light Forever Shine
So, why was Cathy unable to heal Simon
... when Cathy first found him ill? What is the lesson of doing it in this time and place?
Cathy still wants to rationalize it all away. As usual.
Kim
At least here Cathy is denying something she knows
is true. Not trying to deny it to herself.
Timing is everything
A powerful being sees on levels we can only guess at. And they operate on a system of knowing we as students must just accept is the way it is suppose to be. Catherin's Being has proven herself a worthy of trust, that trust is what allows Catherin to perform feats that she can not do alone but must be helped from the higher source to do.
The number of times I have had a client gasp or startle when a bit of information is exposed to them by my guides goes with out count. I had one just stand up and run away. I do not know the people who set down in front of me before they do so. There messages that I am able to pass to them must contain the proof people need to accept what is being told is honest and true. I do not fortune tell I only give people prospective of what surrounds them and where there energy is best placed. I have known people just below Catherin's level and they gave me the willies. And that is being intimately knowledgeable of what is going on. The Glory will be keeping Catherin safe but Cathy needs to expand her trust to beyond what just her 5 senses can tell her. The others should remain for the most part in the state of unknowing, to keep away the villagers who carry torches and pitchforks while looking for sacrifice to there fears.
Truth Will Set You free.
Trained for 15 years before practicing my gift.
Michele Whitewolf
With those with open eyes the world reads like a book
So now we
have intelligent blue light, Maybe it did not trust Cathy to keep its presense secret , Whatever the reason though you would have to say its not a bad thing, As Cathy herself has pointed out on numerous occassions public knowledge of the blue light would make her life intolerable, Not to say downright dangerous if the wrong people wanted it for themselves and then found it was not something you could switch on or off at will..
Kirri
If Word changes
wellies to willies once more - I am going to scream!
Angharad
When you do the spelling check
and its on wellies, click the button at the top of the spell check box "Add To Dictionary." Never again will it change it to Ball Park willies.
^^
Sephrena
BigCloset Development Room
Hmm
I see you did not get into too much hot water for borrowing the "One Server Ring" without authorization...:)